Hell Above

Jack slips out of bed as quietly as possible, careful to avoid disturbing the unconscious man curled up beside him. He heads for the en suite, stopping in front of the toilet to pee before moving over to stand in front of the mirror after flushing. Despite getting a decent amount of sleep before Alex had woken him up to have sex, he hadn't managed to settle back down and fall asleep again afterwards, which leaves him drowsy looking as he stares back at himself in the mirror.

When he goes to exit the bathroom, Jack sort of just pauses in the doorway back to his bedroom, eyes focusing on the man still sound asleep in his bed. There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to go lie back down, wrap his arms around the blonde and not get up again for the rest of the day. And although that seems like the more desirable option, Jack knows that now that he’s up and more alert, there’s no way he’ll be able to fall back asleep, especially since Alex will be waking up soon as well, and Jack hasn't a clue as to how the elder will react to what they did last night.

Sighing, he tears his gaze away from the man’s sleeping frame, trying to keep the image of Alex’s bare back, all smooth, pale skin and faded scars, and the sight of the elder’s unkempt blonde locks curling at the tips in his head as he makes his way out of the bedroom.

He closes the door behind him, padding with bare feet through the hallway in pursuit of the kitchen, switching the coffee maker on in anticipation once he enters. He waits by the sink while the coffee brews, staring down out of the window at the city street and all of the people that all seem to have somewhere to be. It’s a strange contrast from the bright silence that’s currently consuming the apartment.

Once the coffee finishes, Jack pours himself a cup, settling on top of the counter to drink it. His thumb curls under the hem of his boxers’ leg, absentmindedly twisting the fabric between his fingers as he sips at his drink, replaying the events of last night in his mind.

It was strange really, because although Jack had known Alex would be the one to decide when they would go all the way, he hadn't expected the elder to be so bold about it, nor did he expect to be woken up in the middle of the night either. It shouldn't really surprise him, considering nothing about the past five years with Alex have even been close to normal.

Jack bites his lip, being brought back to the present when he hears the bedroom door open, followed by soft footfalls from the direction of the hallway. Alex enters the kitchen a moment later, a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt of Jack’s hanging off his lean frame. He raises his hand to brush through his messy hair, tossing a shy smile Jack’s way as he heads across the room to the coffee maker. The younger watches as Alex pours himself a cup, moving around the kitchen to add sugar and creamer to the drink as well before stopping to lean against the island a few feet in front of Jack.

There’s a few semi-awkward silent moments passed between the two, the only sound being the drumming of Jack’s fingers against the side of his coffee cup before he breaks the quiet. “I feel like you want me to say something.” He voices, lifting his head to watch the blonde through his dark fringe.

Alex shrugs, not raising his gaze from where it’s fixed on his drink. “I was sorta hoping you’d ask me to stay home today,” He replies, voice quiet but honest. “y’know, instead of going to work.”

The younger glances over, reading the illuminated 8:40 displaying on the stove clock before responding. “I was kinda hoping you’d just stay home anyways, without me having to ask.”

He raises his head to meet honey eyes, a tiny smile curving up the blonde’s lips that pulls at Jack’s chest as he asks, “What happened last night?”

Alex is quiet for a minute before he speaks again, “I don’t know, I guess it just got to me all of a sudden. Like, ‘holy shit, we actually just did that.” He says, a really cute laugh slipping out as he finishes talking.

Jack smirks, breathing out through his nose to make a sound that can only be described as a snort. His lips curve down slightly once his next question forms though. “Do you regret it?”

Alex’s answer is almost instantaneous, his voice even as he says. “No, not at all.” His eyes flick up to meet the younger’s, easily reading the familiar brown as the anxiety drains out of them and is clouded over with relief. “Although, we were both pretty shit and I expect a better fuck the second time ‘round.”

Jack simply bows his head, disguising the relieved and embarrassed smile that splits across his mouth as he swallows down his last sip of coffee. He slips off the counter, crossing the kitchen to set his mug in the sink before turning to face the blonde leaning against his counter once again. “I’ll tell ‘ya what, if you come back to bed with me and let me catch up on some sleep, I promise I’ll make it up to you later. Deal?”

Alex laughs, all happy and cute and nods in agreement, tipping his head back as he finishes off his drink. He holds the cup out to Jack, who takes it and sets it in the sink beside his own before following the elder out of the kitchen.

Jack bends forward once he catches up to Alex, reaching down to grab at the blonde’s ass as they enter the sun drenched hallway. He hears a breathy chuckle pass through the elder’s lips as he pulls the man against him, pressing their lips together before releasing him again.

Alex sucks his lip into between his teeth, biting back the cheeky grin that the younger always manages to pull across his lips as he follows Jack into the bedroom. Through the light air in the room, it’s easy to spot the nail treks streaking across the man’s back, but Jack doesn't even seem fazed by the marks, and in all truth, they make Alex feel good looking at them.

He stops beside the bed, slipping out of the loose t-shirt he’d put on and dropping the sweatpants down to circle around his ankles, kicking them off to the side before crawling onto the mattress and settling into Jack’s side. He smiles to himself, head on the younger's bare chest, listening as Jack's breathing evens out and the hand drawing patterns against his skin slows to a standstill.